The Day Gentleness Dies

Once there was definition to

that which once was honor.

Mother earth has dominion

over man that is upon her.


Once man did discover,

once man did search souls,

man has dug into the earth;

yet all was a search for gold.


As time winds so constant

different means it supplies.

Yet at the core of man are

things that lie and do hide.


What drives man can be

primarily lustful tendencies.

We must call to honor that

which we once called decency.


We congregate and divide

in our cliques to reinforce

that which we would define

us and what we do support.


Still our cores do hold us

because beneath we’re kin.

Because beneath is darkness

buried deep under the skin.


Speak in youth we in innocence

do while developing our minds.

Pursue we do that which soothes

and where we would be refined.


A mother is gentle and kind;

earth is not so we need cunning.

Which darkness can contort so

children in fields we need running.


Children whose eyes do calm

us in our most rigid of storms.

No beauty in nature is as gentle as

when innocent children are born.


I fear days if women are shunned

for they bear such a miracle on earth.

If womens’ voices would be drowned,

remember they’re stewards of birth.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    WordPress needs a love button! This is beautiful, Jared! So wonderfully written!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Many thanks Weigman.

      Like

      1. kristianw84 says:

        Most welcome, Winchester.

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  2. aflawedpearl says:

    Beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

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